Poem of the Day: 24 Jan 2010

A
Lonely
Sad looking
And terrible
Man walks slowly up
The stairs. He walks with pain
To his warm blanket. The cold
Rock hard floor shakes with each small step.
He sits down slowly. His bones ache from
His job. All day he runs making his aches.
(snowball)

Oliver G.
(Middle School, 2009-10) (p#7293)

He was buried

He was buried
in books, and his writing.
He was falling behind in
his life.
It is no bad thing
– he likes it
... I suppose.

Caitlyn K.
(Middle School, 2009-10) (p#7294)

In Your Head

Who ever told you
that memories
lie inside your head?
What if they really
floated
outside it,
an aura of emotions.